We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion-year-old carbon, and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.
What I like about you, you hold me tight. Tell me I’m the only one wanna come over tonight, yeah.
I want to live, I want to give. I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold.
It’s dark and eerie and it’s really late, come on kids don’t hesitate.
Oh, you know her, would you look at that hair.
Well, I heard the news, there’s good rockin’ tonight.
I’m not gonna get too sentimental like those other sticky valentines.
Hey hey, my my. Rock and roll can never die.
I heard something about my ma and my pa. They didn’t want me so they made me a star.
So many times I used to give a sign. Got this feeling, gonna lose my mind.
Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow.
Down the streets I’m the girl next door. I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for.
Livin’, lovin’ on the run, so far away from you.
I lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes and I slipped away.
You’re breaking my heart. You’re shaking my confidence daily.
Sopra i cieli, ancor più su. Dolci canti di angeli.
Yeah, when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog.
It opens the floodgate of memories from my Star Wars-obsessed childhood, and that’s just for starters.
Q: Should you listen to this album? A: Uh, that’d be a big time yes.
Take a bow for the new revolution.
Bang a gong. Get it on.
So far so good.
One would be well advised to express the opposite of “you’re no good” with regard to this album. Which is to say… it’s good.
I’m in love with rock and roll and I’ll be out all night.
A thoroughly non-sedating blast of old school punk rock.
There are very few bands that have better expressed the pure joy, the pure jubilation of music.
Without pretension, this album deserves best 1,000 albums ever list retention.
Heavy metal is bestowed upon We Mere Mortals. And it is good.
This coat expertly spans country and pop.
Not fade away, indeed. That says it all for one of the early rock n’ roll greats.
If there is a hell below, at least we’ve got Curtis in the meanwhile and the here and now.
These dudes out of Germany ain’t messing around with normal sounds. Oh no.
A work of psychedelicized funk/soul/rock bizarro-genius that you may choose to hit and/or quit.
One hundred wild youth punks agree: this one is ready steady go.
Why, it’s hot stuff.
“Ray, Robbie, and John did Doors stuff post-Jim?” Yep, and this one’s really good!
Shmaltzy, glammy, proto-punk? Yeah, this is one unique album.
Whether it’s high tide or low ebb, this is classic reggae.
Are you not entertained? Well, you will be by this classic post-punk album, yes, thanks for asking.
Wildly inventive and intriguing punk rock from the UK circa 1977.
Legit punk rock circa 1977 from Down Under.
Post-punk, new wave, intellectual guitar rock? Any which way, it’s all good.
Wherein I find my appetite for this slice of space blues.
Don’t call this a jam band… album.
Contemplative and quiet at times, bluesy and rocked up at others, and through and through a great Neil Young album.
Rock ‘n roll meets proto-punk meets David Bowie-inspired early ‘70s glam rock. And chocolate and peanut butter (somehow?).
A great big blast of proto-punk angst and passion and loud crashing guitars.
It’s out there and it’s freaky and it’s punk and it rocks and it all works marvelously well.
The definition of heavy metal.
Old school punk that’s completely pleasing and satisfying to the ear.
From ska to punk to new wave to pop, all performed with the extreme exuberance and confidence of youth and with tongues firmly planted in cheeks… I guess you can only describe it as Madness.
A delirious blast of UK punk.
“War” first and foremost, but make peace with the fact there’s also a lot of other great songs going down here.
Head bobbing roots reggae with intense, consciousness-raising lyrics.
Conjures the feeling of being inside a gritty, indie British gangster flick and/or hanging out in a pub on a dreary English afternoon.